In this lifetime, I was born in Europe (France) and have to this day spent about half my life on each side of the ‘pond’ (Atlantic Ocean). An early seeking—or unhappiness with what I was doing, if you will—, led me to cross the bridge after a brief career in financial auditing and settle in Wisconsin as a graduate student in psychology. Then New Jersey for another 20 years, where I had my own intercultural training and consulting practice; and finally the Pacific Northwest for a spiritual takeoff.

More than what I’ve been doing for sustaining a living, or the various places where I lived, I relate to several landmarks or pebbles on my spiritual path. Particularly one that took place in the years 2006-2007 when I decided to leave the Buddhist organization I was affiliated with for more than 15 years. It was a difficult decision; yet, truly, a liberating one.

Still perplexed about the ‘why’ behind my decision, I one day came across the following passage in a book by Anne Hillman, Awakening the Energies of Love. I suddenly understood what had happened and peace dawned on me. 

It wasn’t until my mid-forties that I mentioned my dilemma with the church to a colleague who’d once been a Dominican priest. He told me the story of a beautiful tree in the center of a garden, surrounded by a high stone wall. He likened the tree to a person searching for the sacred, and the wall to the boundaries defined by her religion.
He concluded by saying:
The tree needs to grow out of the garden. Its branches need room to expand and spread wide. They need to reach far outside the garden’s walls, for they cannot be contained by the wall’s limits. But the tree always remains rooted in the garden.



I am a soul in a borrowed body who has been living the path of Love in silence.

As a special teacher, I worked for many years with children with autism. While conducting research, I explored non-verbal language as a mother tongue for those who cannot express themselves with words and learned to teach with various methods.


In the last few years, I worked as a member of a multidisciplinary team in the Student Health department of a school, helping students with special needs.

I have been inspired by artists in my family back in Chile; especially by the Magical Realism of my uncle Hernan Valdovinos and the flowers my grandmother used to paint. Art is an important part of my Self and my personal history as the Divine within me (and us) is waiting to be discovered and unearthed.

I live with my husband and two children in the south of Sweden.